Month: July 2005

SUPERglue

Royal Oak smells like garbage today. And I don’t know if that’s just because it’s so hot here (and everywhere else today) and the world is just decomposing, or because the air pump I used to fill up my tires was near a trash bin. 

mindless babble

The story of my morning is avoidance. I’m writing this blog entry because I can’t figure out what comes next in my current short story. I wrote the beginning, I know the end, and now I’m stuck in this ugly and hazy web of a 

lazy bum

Some days I have absolutely no interest in accomplishing anything. I did nothing today and I don’t feel bad about it. I didn’t write anything, edit anything. I didn’t read anything that mattered. Didn’t go to the post office. Didn’t buy milk. Oh well. Days 

blame the evil video game

This baffles me. A Minnesota organization issued a nationwide parental alert Friday about the video game, “Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas,” claiming that it contains hidden pornography. A modification can be downloaded from the Internet that allows players to see female characters naked, and show 

shades of spilled paint

When young light breaks sky      like seven shades of spilled paint, I want to be that energy. So went a little poem I wrote ages ago, or so it seems, in January of this year. We woke up at sunrise, the first night in our